Date: Fri, 23 Apr 2010 22:46:34 EDT
From: Mddnspnk@aol.com
Subject: A Tale of Two Men, Part 6
For those of you who wrote and said you were sorry to see it end, this is
for you. After a break, matching the story, I imagined that the following
might occur. Hope it lives up to the previous. This is an original story,
with all rights reserved. Questions and comments may be sent to
mddnspnk@aol.com. You are invited to comment on what you liked. And it is
still a story, not a sound bite, so if you need it to flash, then it
wouldn't be worth your time to read. But if you have a cup of coffee and a
few minutes, have a read.
A Tale of Two Men
- Part 6 Afterward
As winter turned to spring, Tim was feeling fantastic. Having received a
promotion at work, with additional people under him...and already leading
his department to improvements and increased production, Tim was pumped.
Having faced the challenge from a couple of his new men...typical tall men
who weren't impressed with him at first because of his size, but who
learned to respect him as he asserted himself, gaining their respect and
loyalty since they could see he wanted the best for them and from them, Tim
was energized.
And at home Tim was enjoying the best time in his marriage. Full of
passion and drive, he was like an unleashed tiger with his wife. Eager,
hungry, passionate about making her moan, plunging in to her after he had
made her ever so ready, Tim was a true manly stud. Sometimes he wore her
out...but then would just chuckle, his ego fueled by his strength and
completely masculinity.
But, occasionally, especially over the last few weeks, Tim would have
flashes of unsettling feelings. Feelings of inadequacy. Feelings of
inferiority. Feelings at odds with who he was. As he dwelled on it, he
also had a feeling of determination to set the record straight. For those
moments were times when, unexpectedly, he'd remember his slight car
accident in the snow, and the big, strong man who helped him
afterwards...who helped when he was wet and weak. But who also took
advantage of his grogginess to try to make Tim something he was
not...subordinate.
As the weeks went along, it preyed on Tim's mind that this one guy thought
he was weak. That he was an underling. Somehow not a man in charge but a
follower. A man who didn't know how to control other men. Soon, after
every time he asserted himself over the men around him with a vigor he had
never before felt, after every time he fucked his wife and made her beg to
feel him in her again, Tim struggled with the frustration of those strange
feelings of inferiority. He knew that wasn't who he was. And that what
had happened with that man was an aberration due to his weakened condition.
It ate at him.
Finally he decided to pay the guy a visit and set the record straight. Not
to cause a scene or anything, or even to do more than establish himself
with the guy. His rightful self. Not his accident clouded self. So he
could get back to being his full, vigorous, assertive, masculine self.
Knowing he'd never pulled back from a challenge...from bettering
himself...from asserting himself...Tim decided to swing by on his way to an
afternoon meeting.
Chuckling, he thought...this is good...already will have the advantage
since he won't know I'm coming. And I'll be prepared...catch him in a
weakened position this time. Like I was after the accident. Smiling to
himself, Tim got in the car and headed west, thinking...ok, "big man", I
won't push you too far, like you did me. Just enough to get your respect.
Enough so you will know who the real Tim is.
Still on his business call as he turned in to the driveway, pleased that he
remembered where it was, Tim moved his car right behind the dark blue
Taurus, thinking "I won't be here long...but no leaving until I decide."
Filled with the power of controlling any departure, Tim then parked and
turned off the ignition as he continued on his call. Engrossed in
absorbing details, then deciding on a plan and communicating what he wanted
done, Tim didn't notice the movement at the window.
"Well, well, look here. The little man has dropped by for a visit," said
Darryl to himself as he peered out the window at businessman Tim,
business-like Tim, all in control. Darryl thought "...yeah, I know, little
man. You've been on a trip since I last saw you...finding your way back to
being in charge. Feeling very powerful with the overflow of masculinity
inside you. And, by the look I see in you even from here, you forgot where
it came from. And are ready to demonstrate your strength to me." Nodding
his head slightly, then chuckling to himself, Darryl thought "well, I'm
going to let you do just that, little man. Let you show me how in charge
you are...how you think you are. How you are in the rest of your life.
But then...then you're going to find out again who you are in my presence."
Leaving the window, Darryl went to the bedroom and took off the gym shorts
he had been wearing and put on long, loose khakis. Moving to the door,
Darryl deliberately opened the heavy door and stepped onto the porch.
Noticing the movement, Tim glanced at the big man on the porch and
momentarily caught his breath with a little gasp, surprised again at the
size of him. He even missed the comment on the phone, but then, hearing
the voice ask again for direction, Tim shook his head, snapped back to
attention and assertiveness and explained how he wanted things done. And
thought to himself as he glanced at the man on the porch "yeah, I'm
here...and you can wait while I finish," knowing how often that tactic
worked to exert his presence and importance.
Finally finished, Tim pocketed his phone and got out of the car and started
toward the porch, glad for the fresh air. Stepping slowly, deliberately,
Tim looked out over his left shoulder as he started to walk to the porch,
not yet acknowledging the man he had come to see...starting the interaction
on his terms. Unfailingly polite and respectful, Tim nevertheless knew how
to assert himself, even with strong men. His step was confident, full of
certainty that reflected his just finished conversation and his place in
the world.
Getting closer, but still looking out at the yard, Tim said "Nice to see
such work...those flower beds look ready for planting...haven't had time to
work in my yard yet. Too busy managing five new employees. Might have to
hire a guy to do the labor," Tim continued, smoothly establishing his
status of being the boss before telling Darryl they were going to talk and
that they'd only be a few minutes.
"That's too bad," responded Darryl in his deep voice, surprising Tim with
his tone, with his contradictory statement. "Having to pay someone to work
out in the yard...pay someone to break a sweat from hard labor...letting
him get the hard satisfaction from a job well done. Surprised you don't
want to do it," finished Darryl, not having moved from his spot on the
porch.
Taken aback at having the prized status of being busy undercut, Tim said
"Well...I mean...I do like doing it. Do want to do it. Because that is a
great feeling. Just have had a lot going on," explained Tim, intuitively
understanding that Darryl wasn't being contradictory, but truly esteemed
the effort of hard work and labor as a mark of a man. "Like today...have a
meeting up the road, couldn't rearrange it to get off even though it's a
great day to work outside."
"Ah, so that's what brought you by here," commented Darryl dryly, smoothly
moving the conversation to where it needed to be, communicating with his
tone that he had been waiting to hear the reason for the visit.
"uh...well...yeah," stammered Tim as he realized he hadn't explained why he
was here and feeling the importance of doing so. "Well...and...well, I
thought...I mean, I wondered if you might be able to talk a bit," said Tim
in a bit of a shaky voice as he looked up at the huge man on the porch
staring down at him. "Well, that is...if you have the time."
After a long pause, which was really only a couple seconds but felt to Tim
like an eternity, Darryl said "I'm in the middle of a few things. You
should have called."
"uh...I...uh...," Tim stuttered, knowing right then that he should have
called, knowing he had wanted to gain the upper hand by surprising Darryl
but feeling the inappropriateness of that now. "I...uh...I'm sorry," said
Tim generally, to smooth it over.
But then, seeing the hard stare from the unmoving man on the porch,
unresponsive in voice but loud in his stance and eyes, Tim admitted "You're
right, I should have called" as he dropped his eyes from those piercing
blue eyes pinning him to the spot.
"Alright. Apology accepted," announced Darryl in a definitive voice. Then
he continued "We will talk now." Tim breathed a sigh of relief that his
dropping in hadn't offended Darryl and that they'd be able to talk.
"You'll join me as I attend to my tasks," continued Darryl. It took a
moment in the midst of his relief for Tim to process Darryl's
statement...saying to himself "join you in attending your tasks?" Just as
he did and his back started to go up in response, to assert that he wanted
to talk uninterrupted, he heard Darryl's deep voice again.
"But you've left your car in the sun. On a bright sunny day like today
it'll roast," declared Darryl.
"That's ok, it'll be alright," responded Tim dismissively, back in his
businesslike mode.
"The best spot for it is right there," Darryl continued in a sharp, clear
voice as if Tim hadn't spoken, pointing just back a bit to the now obvious
tire tracks off the side of the driveway. "That tree's over 100 years old.
It's a big, strong country oak that spreads its branches as a canopy over
everything underneath it. Why don't you put your car under it and rest in
its shade?"
Looking at where Darryl had pointed, Tim still thought...no, not going to
move my car...only going to be here a little bit. But then the next moment
he shook his head slightly to himself...even after I was rude in dropping
in on him, he's still looking out for my comfort...should have thought of
being in the shade myself...hate having the car get all hot when I'm in my
suit...never cools off afterward. And with this sun even 15 minutes gets
it real hot. Finally, slightly shaking his head sort of up and down sort
of sideways, Tim relented and said "yeah that'd be better" and went and
moved his car into the shade. Feeling the cool from the shade as soon as
he moved the car under the oak, Tim thought "...does feel good to be under
something so impressive."
Darryl watched while Tim was moving his car, stepping down off the porch by
the time Tim had turned the car off. Then watched as Tim got out of the
car and came striding back, covering the ground rapidly with his quick,
efficient steps. And fueled by purpose as Tim was charged up again and
ready to assert himself. Having shaken himself out of his stupor while
moving the car, remembering that he wanted to establish himself with this
man. Tim decided to use a favorite technique to establish control. Still
about 10 yards away, Tim opened his mouth to tell Darryl he was only going
to take a few minutes of his time.
Right at that moment, however, Darryl issued "Need to check my work,"
having seen Tim's mind working and recovering his purpose once back in the
car, and knowing what Tim was trying to do. As he spoke Darryl turned
right and started walking to go around the side of the house. Taking big
strides fitting his long legs, Darryl said companionably over his shoulder
"Come take a look."
Surprised by the movement, and wanting to talk to Darryl inside, out of the
heat, Tim stopped with his mouth slightly agape. But seeing Darryl head
off without looking back, Tim thought "well, it doesn't have to be inside,"
and so followed. However, with Darryl's giant strides, Tim only gained
ground slowly, even with his more rapid steps. Still behind him when
Darryl turned the corner of the house. Actually losing sight of the big
man for a moment, prompting him to speed up. Then turning the corner
quickly, Tim grunted "uah" as he screeched to a halt to avoid running in to
the squatting Darryl.
Hearing the exclamation of surprise and seeing out of the corner of his eye
the small man try to stop his momentum, but not wanting to reveal his smile
at seeing Tim come after him without question, Darryl said immediately
"Been working on this a little bit the past couple days. Tell me what you
think of these stones."
"um...these stones?" asked Tim, caught off guard by having to stop so
suddenly, by the broad, thick back and mound of shoulder in right front of
him, and by what Darryl was talking about.
"I'm adding some rocks and stones to this side garden. Not sure if I like
them in this spot. What do you think of these being here?"
"uh...," Tim uttered as he looked down, but Darryl's massive back was
blocking his view. "uh..." Tim uttered again as he took a couple reluctant
steps forward so he could see. Standing right beside the squatting Darryl,
Tim tried to clear his head by concentrating on what Darryl was pointing
at. "They look nice. Real attractive stones, lots of interesting color in
them," Tim said, becoming efficient as he focused, in his element in
thinking, critiquing, considering other possibilities. "But it'd look
better if you moved that one over to here and those two more to the back,"
Tim offered, already in to it.
"Hmm, interesting ideas. Worth trying. How'd you get such a sharp eye for
this," Darryl asked, already able to tell that Tim's ideas would be good
ones, his mind working on ways to use that.
"Did my own last fall. Practiced, played around with placement, learned
how to make it look good," Tim responded, confident now and back in
control. And then asserted himself in his usual fashion by saying "They'd
look better where I said. Of course, you could move this one, but you'd
need some equipment to get those two shifted. Is there more you've done
already that could use a keen eye?"
"Well, yes, I've been working on a couple different areas of the yard,"
Darryl said. "But I want to shift this first. Here, hold this," Darryl
said commandingly as he picked up the one stone effortlessly and handed it
to Tim, who took it automatically. And grunted as he immediately had to
use both hands to hold it up. Carefully trying not to get his suit dirty,
Tim held it out a bit from his body, and had recovered enough to say he was
going to put it down. But right then Darryl said "Put it right there" and
pointed to where Tim had recommended it should go. Hesitating a moment,
Tim felt a bit of exasperation at being made to hold the stone while in a
suit...but then felt the weight of the stone...and heard Darryl prompt "Go
ahead"...so stepped into the garden space and put the stone down.
"That's the spot," Tim said, trying to end the effort and get out of the
dirt, which was getting on his dress shoes. But as he took a step back
out, he heard Darryl's deep voice "One foot to the right."
"Wait...what...it's good right there," Tim objected.
Calmly, deliberately, with complete command Darryl continued "I'm not going
for good," which caused Tim's ears to redden a bit. "The best...with me
it's always exactly right."
Tim looked at the stone and thought "it's such a small difference, it
really won't make it a better placement" and was going to object. But he
heard Darryl's strong voice again "When I work with something...it must be
just as I have decided," causing Tim to hesitate in the face of such
certainty. Then he thought to himself "well, it is his garden...certainly
won't be any worse." And then stepped forward, bent down, and moved the
stone to where Darryl wanted it. When he stepped back out of the dirt, he
looked down again, and, to his surprise, saw that it indeed did look better
where Darryl had said.
"Isn't it better there?" asked Darryl. Sheepishly Tim nodded his head just
slightly. "Tell me," said Darryl. After a second's hesitation, Tim
replied. "Yes, it actually d..." was all he got out. Turning as he
answered, Tim was stunned to be looking right in to Darryl's chest. The
white t-shirt filled to the limit with blocks of granite muscle...right at
Tim's eye level.
After a moment's delay, Tim instinctively started to pull back, as always
intimidated by tall, big men. But just as he did, and just as he started
to stumble a bit doing so, he felt a strong hand around his upper back and
shoulder, holding him up. Holding him in place. Darryl had stood up
without making a sound...and had anticipated the effect on the small man of
being so close.
"Whoa, there, little man. Don't want you all sprawled out," said Darryl
down to Tim, whose mouth was still agape. Big hand locking Tim in place,
taking away any choice of movement on Tim's part, Darryl said "Don't worry,
I won't let you fall. When you go down it'll be under my control," as he
winked at the small man. Tongue-tied, ears reddening a bit, held in place,
Tim could only look up and wait.
"There's more to do. But I don't want that suit and those shoes to get all
dirty. Come on, I'll put you in something appropriate," stated Darryl as
he used his controlling grip to turn Tim, and then walked him around the
corner to the porch, climbing the five steps deliberately.
Reaching the house Darryl opened the door and then held it at the top with
his left hand, using his right hand to guide Tim under his arm into the
house. Hating to have to walk under a tall man's arm, Tim automatically
stiffened. Feeling the resistance, Darryl looked down, sharp intensity in
his face, and then intensified the gorilla strong grip on Tim's
shoulder/back. "In you go," said Darryl with a thoroughly decisive voice
as he moved Tim forward in spite of himself.
Then said "Remove the shoes and socks right here...we'll clean them later,"
as he changed from his yard shoes to indoor shoes. His attention going to
his shoes, Tim saw the dirt on them, so did take them off, along with the
socks. Then realized he was in the house, where he had wanted to be...but
for the life of him couldn't remember what he had wanted to talk about.
"Go to the bathroom...I'll bring you what you'll wear to work outside,"
ordered Darryl smoothly. Seeing Tim lost in his thoughts...or lack
of...Darryl reached down and gave Tim's bottom a sharp swat "Move."
"uhg," came out of Tim's mouth as his hips went forward, causing a shocking
wave of pleasurable pressure to came up from his groin, blocking out all
thought even as his feet responded and moved him to the bathroom.
To Be Continued...